I wasn't alone that night.
The sky was pitch-black in the city. Wispy clouds of silver fog hung low, camping out underneath the bright full-moon and city skyline.
So maybe it wasn't completely dark outside.
In the alleyways - where I was traveling - it was famous for becoming unusually dark.
The faint, smoky, choking stench of cigarettes drifted freely through the humid night air. An owl hooted in the distance.
I snatched up my cowl, pressing the thick black fabric to my face, despite how faint the scent was.
A sliver of white moonlight stretched out lazily from a crack in the wall. I stepped through it and crossed into the next alley.
I was prepared for a fight; two sheathed daggers hung below my belt, their hilts exposed.
What I heard next jolted me out of my thoughts.
A hiss, or a snarl of some sort, that included lips being pulled back from teeth, echoed throughout this new alleyway.
"Who's there?" I asked, my hands fumbling for my weaponry. I stopped in my tracks, crushing a discarded soda can. "Hello?"
A small laugh echoed back to me in reply.
Then, I heard muffled cries; I was unsure whether they were meant to bait me, or if they were a plea for help.
I walked over to where the sounds were coming from in order to find out.
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Underneath the Moon is Where My Secrets Lie
Mystery / ThrillerHe was the only remaining Sharpclaw... or so he thought. Suddenly, there's a reason behind his family's death, and he plans to unfold its messy secret for all to see. But he's not out for justice... ... he's out for blood.
